It's never a good thing when the police knock on your door. Hubby was leaving this morning with the girls for the children's Christmas party at his work. Just as he was about to go, there was a knock on the door. Apparently, there was a break-in in the neighborhood last night and someone named one of the kids at Randy's party as a suspect! I know for a fact that he was here ALL NIGHT LONG. I listened to his voice from midnight to 4 a.m. when I asked Hubby to go downstairs and tell them to keep it down. They continued to talk (at a lower volume) until 5:30 when they eventually all passed out. It makes me so angry that someone would accuse this kid. He has been one of my son's best friends since we've moved here. He's a gentle giant with the kindest heart.
The work Christmas party always seems to fall on the same day as Randy's birthday party. This year, I sent Hubby with the girls and I stayed home to supervise the boys. Randy's too old to get a present now anyway.
Two years ago at the party. Emily with her face painted and an animal balloon. The kids always have a good time there.
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